"He is. I am sure of that. Michael, your half-brother, is the man resembling you who masqueraded--probably at the instance of his mother. I daresay he saw Sir Simon on that night, and was admitted by his mother. Probably he insisted that he was the heir, and Sir Simon lost his temper. Then he killed the old man, and----" "And Mrs. Gilroy put the crime on to my shoulders. I see it all." "I don't," said Durham, dryly. "I wish I did. For instance, I don't see why you were brought to Crimea Square in the nick of time for Mrs. Gilroy to accuse you. I don't understand about the Red Window either!" Gore walked up and down the room much agitated. "Mark," he cried at last, "I must come out and face this. I can't sit still here, knowing that all this villainy is about." "You must," insisted Mark, firmly. "Remember I am your lawyer and I will look after your interests, to say nothing of Conniston, who has remained in England for your sake. Wait, Bernard. In good time I will bring you forward." "But what will you do?" "I shall see Mrs. Gilroy and question her again. She declared that her son was in America when I accused him to her of having killed Sir Simon. Now Michael undoubtedly presented this check at the beginning of October. The murder took place at the end of the month, so Michael was in England. When I place this fact before Mrs. Gilroy, she may give in and confess." "Confess what?" "That you are innocent. Whether she will acknowledge that Michael, her son, committed the crime I can't say. I'll see her to-morrow, and I left word with Miss Randolph to-day that I would. The solution of the mystery lies with Mrs. Gilroy." "Where can her son be found?" "That we must learn. I may be able to force her to speak. When we find Michael you can reappear, and then the matter will be threshed out. Jane will soon be able to distinguish between these Corsican Brothers. Meantime, remain quietly here." "I must! I must! And yet----" "And yet you won't think I am doing my best for you." "I do--you know I do, Mark. But, after all, my position is terrible." "Don't make it worse by acting impulsively. I shall keep you advised of all that goes on. When does Conniston return?" "To-morrow, with Alice and Miss Berengaria. He went over to-day." "I saw him there. I expect he will stop the night. Well, while he is here with Miss Malleson and her aunt, I shall see Mrs. Gilroy." "But if she refuses to speak," murmured Gore, anxiously. "I have means to make her speak," said Durham, significantly. CHAPTER XIV LOVE IN EXILE Next day at twelve o'clock Durham went back to Hurseton to see Mrs. Gilroy. She alone could relate the true story of the night. But before he left Bernard he related an incident about which he had forgotten to tell him on the previous night. "Did you ever see your Uncle Guiseppe Tolomeo?" he asked.